Me And Myself

Me And Myself Chapter 21

Me And Myself Chapter 21

After my meeting with Gilang last night, I don't know why I was so happy until this. Everything feels different, I feel more excited about my day, not anymore with sadness. Which I felt the first time I woke up from my sleep.

This taste, I've only felt this way for the first time. He was the first person who could bring my smile back, and take away all my pain. I am very calm when I am with him.

Is this love? Will he be my first love? If my guess is correct then I hope he will never let me down. And I hope he feels what I feel too.

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I just got in front of the door. Along the way I thought about the cross, I don't know what happened to me at the end of this.

Now I'm gonna take a shower first and then get my brother and sleep. Before that I will check my water in the back, this time I do not turn, after from the store I immediately go home.

Today because I came home early I was able to fetch water in an ordinary public place, because the boss was on a need he said so me and my friend at home quickly and the shop was closed.

At half-six, Dad just got home shortly after I got home. I'm sure Dad and he asked me why I was home, but it was late afternoon and it was obvious from the way they looked at me. Even though I won't pay much attention to them, I'll focus on fetching water.

First I go to the bathroom, take my little container there. Because the container in the small bathroom I can only hold water inside a little and will certainly quickly run out.

I came out, precisely I was behind the house filtering water from a large container to a small container, because before I refill I will wash and filter it first.

I poured water from a large container into a small container, even though it was so heavy I kept lifting it, because so I could get clean water. Because the well water I was using was a little yellow.

"Fresh use a sieve dong, so it is not heavy! There is no will"

Dad saw me lift pouring water from a large container into a small container, dad spoke like that while his eyes were fixed on the cloth for his pet bird spot. My dad and I were out doing their jobs together.

"Yes gini's father"

I said with a stiff smile and refocused on my water, I was afraid.

"Ck!"

Dad just glanced at me then resumed his work. I also had to hurry because soon almost Maghrib and the water will certainly be full in the contents of the father who will clean some then others.

After storing the water that I had filtered I went back into the room to get a towel, and I saw that he who had been in the kitchen was now in the back with my father.

"What yeah? What's he talking about?"

"No, that's water said the father instead of being strained using a sieve that, there is no real will of the child"

"Hhh this father, already knows his son is just still cared about! Even though Dad said no matter how many times he wouldn't hear me!"

"Yes, that boy!"

"I don't know the nature of this father!

I heard everything clearly, because my room was close to the back door. Though I think it's just a conversation that is not important, even ordinary does not seem special or special. I answered with just that.

It's not that I don't want to talk to you, but because my attitude has changed, I'm awkward and uncomfortable. It's a cold, sniffy way of talking, not like the father I know. Who always be meek in every child child whether a teenager or a child what other children including me. But now it's different.

In addition to inviting her anger towards my father and myself, she will come to me like that and continue to look hatefully at me.

I kept my towel back, I made up my intention to take a bath and get some water in the well. I chose to sleep with my phone in my ear. I don't want to hear anything anymore.

Tests

Tests

My head hurts again, my brain recalls all the treatment he had for me. Not only now taoi since long ago, all the events of unwanted events like being replayed again, making me feel more pain and chest so tight.

"Dad, mom!"

My heart screamed for my mother, begging and hoping that she would come to pick me up and take me. So that I can be free from all this pain.

As weak as I am, why should I think not to hurt the feelings of others, while others never think about the feelings of those around them.

Ting

Ting

I realized I was trying to forget the pain. Two incoming messages, I continued to calm my heart and mind before I opened my phone and saw the message notification.

Crossbreed

My lips lifted up by itself seeing the name Gilang, I immediately opened the chat.

("Sore, april again what?")

("I'm not disturbing?")

Again my lips smiled, my feelings began to improve, not as painful as before. I try to stay strong and cheerful.

("So, don't bother me. Relax too")

I replied to her with just one sentence, but answered her two questions.

Ting

Ting

("Oh that, thank God")

("Indeed April didn't work?")

("No, on the return quickly because again there is a need for the word bosa")

Me and I kept exchanging messages till night. We exchange stories, experiences, and much more. Until the clock shows at 22:35 and a half eleven nights.

("Well, what was it? It was night time, I was sleepy too")

I try to end our message with a heart, not anything other than me sleepy tomorrow also there are many activities. Is not Gilang the same.

("Oh yes, astaghfirullah does not feel sorry about it")

("Yes good night pretty😊")

Deg

Deg

Whatisthis? He just did it? Jeez heart please, why disco gini. I'm no longer replying to her last message, my heart feels so ungodly. Mean what?

Although full of question marks, in fact I feel very happy. Until I endlessly smiled to myself while rolling on the bed with his excitement.

This feeling is, really amazing!